The Flint Hills of Kansas

By Jeff M

Photos taken from my sojourn into the Red House Pasture. Walking along the creek bed was a unique experience; the limestone was as smooth as ice, cracked by erosion, dry as bone. Later that night a strong storm would push across eastern Kansas, and I wonder how much of that water was retained in the creeks, within the infrequent watering holes. The bottom picture is a manufactured pond meant for cattle.